*gets word from her daughter that her husband wants to meet her in the pub*

*figures it's about time he apologised*

*pulls on something suitably classy and sets off, still feeling slightly apprehensive*

*wanders around town, visibly freaked out*

*wakes up, having slept off the worst of her hangover*

*blinks, momentarily confused by her strange surroundings*

*starts to slowly remember most of what happened the day before*

...

:S

:(

>:(

Well! If he's going to throw me out for having fun that suits me!

*realises if she stays in the house for any longer, Fingolfin will drive her to murdering him or at the very least, partial castration (ie. just one testicle)*

*decides a shopping trip is in order to preserve her mental health*

ETA:*comes to the conclusion that ogling male strippers is integral to preserving her mental health*

So.

Hubby.

Think we can make it out of the house this time so you can take me out for dinner?

*is relatively content for now*

*moves around the house, smiling slightly*

*feels pretty crappy after yesterday*

:((

*wanders around the house for several hours, feeling dejected*

*finally realises this is getting her nowhere and decides to go to the pub and feel dejected there instead*